Writing Prompt: MOTHERING
Visual inspiration + mental exercise to start your writing week
Right now we all could use some good mothering. But that surely means very different things to each of us.
Hello Loreates,
I suspect you’re struggling with the same rage-grief-shock-horror whiplash that I am after this weekend’s murder of another innocent protester in Minneapolis. I’m haunted, too, by my mother’s warnings, issued when Trump was first threatening to run for president, when we in the younger generations accused her of Chicken Littling, when she told us she’d grown up among fascists and Nazis and KKK in Milwaukee in the 1920s, when she insisted they were all still here across the USA and Trump was just their type and not to be dismissed.
We didn’t listen. We rarely listened. We always thought we knew better. She was overly dramatic, had too much time on her hands, and was nearly 100 years old. What could she possibly understand about the 21st century? Far more than we did, as it turned out.
My mother died four years ago today, at the age of 101. Our relation…
